[A Mouthful of You]

City streets on the window, Are reflections of this day: Passing people, cabs and buses, Memories of urgent lovemaking Dissolving into shades of gray.

Ominous flash of sheet lighting, Twitching branches of birds and trees, Dull honking of vehicles and desires. The world, Darling, falls away when my mouth Fills up with pieces of you just as the windows Are obliterated by the splashing rain.

Written to the soundtrack of ‘Before The Rain’

[Calling Beatrice]

It’s raining over the sea, the world Becomes the sea, you are the sea. What fruit of sadness do you hold? It spills out of your black eyes Smelling of burnt camphor.

I am at the window counting days On the grille - an abacus of water. Fishermen are hauling in their catch, Forms and voices lost in the bi-directional spray. Will you, Darling, ascend from the deeps Or descend from the heights? Answer For I will know which water to drink

Written to the soundtrack of ‘Il Postino’